| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| Welcome to spooky season, thirty seven degrees
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| Welcome to broody reason, to the seventh degree
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| The organs are playing, the orphans arraying the keys
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| Endorphins are fading, decaying with mental disease
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| (And the) leaves they are falling off trees and the trees they are falling down
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| Horses and carriages, shoulda been marriages, ghosts of this town
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| (Who)
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| Women named Mary
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| (Boo)
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| Bloody and scary
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| (Ha)
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| Laying in baths full of cherries and squeezing out juice
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| Looking like Baby Goth, something staining her teeth
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| Halloween spirit with pumpkins instead of a wreath
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| The fog is like witch’s broth
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| And it’s making it tricky to see
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| The vibe is wicked, sick, and
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| Wroth
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| Wonder what’s buried beneath
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| Walk up to the door
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| Axe on the floor
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| Greeted by bats
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| Old Victorian decor
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| Ask for
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| The lady with cats
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| Kitchen a liquor store
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| Pours
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| Jack in a Venetian glass
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| Cellar a candy store
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| More
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| Wine bottles than there are rats
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| Out in the dark of night, no living people for miles
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| Only the ghosts of the witches who burned at the trials
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| Only the glow of the potions in beakers and vials
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| Nothing but zombies and coulda been mommies who live in denial
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| Peeping the parlor, silver amor in my periphery
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| Saw where her former partner became a martyr in the distillery
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| Took a step inside
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| Eyes
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| Darting and looking, saw those of an owl too foul to prowl around like he’s wise
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| Imagery, imagery, images in pictures living in infamy
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| Infinite weavings of symmetry
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| Misery in the vicinity
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| She isn’t even old, only born in '95
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| Heart is so freezing cold if it broke again she wouldn’t be alive
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| Feeling mysterious, eerie, and drained of my energy
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| I took a peek at a dreary near me book of elegies
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| Developed a theory she wasn’t weary to make enemies
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| Heard a creak as I took a peek at all of her memories
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
|
| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| She’s in a haunted house
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| Middle of autumn out (side)
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| Got what she wanted but haunted by being unwanted now
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| Deprived inside, she’s ruthless to survive
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| She saw me in the hall and grabbed her forty five
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| I’d only just arrived to see if it was true
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| I turned around and heard a sound out of the blue |